Nadie Modera...

What the hell's your name?

 

What's your pleasure and whats your pain?
Do you dream to much?
Do you think what you need is a crutch?

 

In the crowd of pain. St. Jimmy comes without any shame

 

He says “we're fucked up”

 

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But we're not the same
And mom and dad are the ones you can blame

 

Jimmy died today

He blew his brains out into the bay
In the state of mind it's my own private suicide

 

Geeze...Ha..

 

I got a rock and roll band

 

I got a rock and roll life

 

I got a rock and roll girlfriend

 

And another ex-wife